but before One Day

the wisdom 

blahh blahhh

a year ago, in stranded 9 month atch...

a man child came and parked aside, 10 years down here

.. " [blahh blahh real  van nomad talk] ....   yea i hadi g out as soon as i can find a real man to fix my motor...6 chikdren already tried n failed...... i gotta get back to her ...somehow...  

"dont know where i will start, big region to vanlope....  meanderate around, seeing if....  and no goddesses EVER help me in my hologram ever spesh when it comes to best babes ever.... anyway know any nice quiet chilled oldschool "human"  quiet nice vanpeeps park ups...?"

" ohh there used to be a big park Foulmouth ...but that got gentrified...."

" nope Hell ford ... region ... i shall spend first few  months wandering....i got a picture of a hedge aside her dry dock...thats all...."

 " ohh yea man... best sweet lovely little quiet easygoing spot... yea....... theres that little  village Gweek...."

the problem with the modern era ... 

real oncemen

men... 

and all women too... eslecially rural.... 

gave

 accurate

 information

that, infirmation pride,  alone was real " community",

... aside arrogant snob deathwishist  London..

indeed was 

HONOUR

hahh hahh famous last words of the first true manchild ..

( apart from other problematical ..things, said sleepy hamlet actually under Jenny side..line

... training inc's extremely  noisy  spitlit flightpath 3 or 4 km away)

one day will be woven into a poetical opera... 

even the bard will  wonder

 " hey maaann....  i  just....not creative past 50 .....it goes ...maaaahhhnnnn." 

he may have Bee nnnnn very very rong.

i was mute until 50....

even one line of poetry

beyond me

i know yesterday my best ever creative head day

......

the exact antithesis of Pasty peeps

even the men...